Taking Care of Business and Working Overtime

With spring only a few days away Álarr felt his spirits starting to lift. Anxiety still rolled around in his stomach but for now he was able to quiet it. For now he had work to do. Pack bouncing on his back as he jogged Álarr kept his eyes peeled for an herb called Broom. It was best gathered at the close of winter when it was at its most potent. Afi scrambled along beside him, the cat moving surprisingly well across the snow despite his glowering expression and Álarr resisted making a joke about if the cat would rather be carried.

The afternoon sun was starting its downward turn and he still hadn't had much luck until he heard a call from Brynhildr. The pale raven landed down in front of him. "I think I've found some Broom not far off too the south."